Title: Halfblood Prince
Rated: M (for later)
Pairing: Salazar/Harry
Summary: Harry walks through the mirror of Erised and is sent back in time to the founders age. And Salazar takes more then a friendly intrest in the Wizard.
A/N: this is dedicated to Darkangel048, because she really wanted to see what I could do~ so here's the first one I have managed to do, expect the next chapter within the week hopefully~I already have the outline I just got to fill it with flowery words and facts. OMG seriously read the Hogwarts theme song after watching CHarmed and its MAGIC!
CHAPTER ONE: The Room Of Reguirments
The Great Hall was packed with the dead and dying. The war with Voldemort was over, but at what cost? Harry walked along the familiar halls of Hogwarts idly singing the theme song.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy warty Hogwarts. Teach us something please,"
He walked throught one of the archways and came upon the moving stair cases. Not many of them were moving, he watched the stair above him go to rotate, watched with blank unseeing eyes as the obliterated stair fell~almost killing him in the process, but it took out two more as it fell.
"Wether we be old and bald, or young with scabby knee's, Our heads could do with filling,"
He coninued walking choosing to keep close to the wall, the middle was too unstable. He walked til he came to the seventh floor, one of the most destroyed sections of hogwarts, the wall was completely missing in sections letting the cold morning mist flow into the hall making everything looked beautiful and eerie. He walked and walked, looking for that section of the wall, praying that it remained.
"With some intresting stuff, for now there bare and full of air,"
One section. One slab of rock not quiet as wide or tall as him remained where the room of requirements should reside. He smoothed his hand over the old stones and let his head drop, he sighed, feeling his legs give out underneathe him. He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep. But the Gryffindor tower was gone, Slytherin common room flooded, and the raven claw and hufflepuff were packed with little children.
"Dead flies and bits of fluff, so teach us things worth knowing,"
His hand still on the stone, he felt the first quivers of magic. He was tempted to pull his hand away-for it itched like he was sliding it across various surfaces as the magic rippled across the stone slowly changing it into wood.
"Bring back what we forgot, just do your best, we'll do the rest,"
Was it safe? But the rationable part of his mind didn't want to work, his thought process was jammed with everything that had happened, he opened the door and ducked through never cathing Ginny's scream for him to stop. Because to her she thought she was seeing the lights savior commit suicide.
"and learn until our brains all rot."